Well, I got home this morning at 2 AM and was woken up by some construction workers at 9 AM. This is wonderful since I only had 4 hours of sleep on the previous 2 nights. ugh.

Here’s a description of my vacation by use the the public pictures I’ve posted over here:

Air Canada sucks. They totally made the start of my vacation suck. I got up at 3AM to go to the airport and waited for 1.5 hours in a line to check my baggage. Apparently they thought scheduling 4 flights, all leaving for the USA, at 6:30 AM wouldn’t cause any problems. When I finally managed to get to the gate, the lady at the counter told me that the plane was greatly oversold and there were 5 people without seats. She was bumping me. Luckily for me though, a family of 4 had 3 tickets and refused to fly separately so they got bumped instead I got a seat. Once on board the plane we were informed that the Captian was not on board but would be shortly. A mere 2 hours later, sitting on the tarmac, the Captain arrived to command us on our 3 and change hour flight.

Arrival time: 12:15 pm. Here’s a picture of the line for checking baggage:

My vacation finally started, here’s the first thing I did followed a picture of the room:

At some point during the first 36 hours, I won a bottle of champaign and a trophy for representing my team in a “name that jazz tune” contest. We lost 7 to 4 but the consolation prize was considerably better than what I was given for losing at floor hockey back in the day:

First stop, San Juan for the evening. I did some sight seeing, had some dinner, and then partied at this great place called senor Frog’s. They have this big plastic container called a “yard” which they fill up with whatever you want. The place feels like a frat party. Some pictures of the party:

Next day, St. Thomas. Best beach in the world (Megen’s Bay). Here are some pictures from the day:

Next stop, Antigua:

Next stop, Tortuga. Yes, the same Tortuga that was in Pirates of the Caribbean. There are some commercialized pirate themed things that I did see but nothing authentic seems to remain. Some general pictures:

I saw a few scotiabank branches during my trip, here’s the one in Tortuga:

I went snorkeling. Here is the Captain of our boat:

Me snorkeling:

At one point when we were moving to a different location we apparently stole the equivilant of an open water parking space from another boat. The Captain of the other boat, drunk, started cursing and yelling at us. The only non-curse word I could make out was mutiny. Maybe the pirate heritage is alive and kicking? Picture of the other boat whose parking spot we stole:

We then headed back to Florida. Of course, no Caribbean trip is complete without the obligatory fruity drink:

There are loads of other public photos (161 to be exact) so take a look at them. There’s lots of stuff I skipped.

Now I have to clean my apartment which I left in a state of total disarray, unpack, do laundry, and get ready for classes tomorrow.